Thud!

The clear sake cup in Han Dongxu's hand slipped and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Before Xu Fan spoke, Han Dongxu had been mulling over personally investigating the preferences of the old bandit, so that when the time came, Xu Fan could ingratiate himself and establish a godfather-son relationship with him.

With the backing of the Shanghai garrison, from then on, anyone who wanted to mess with Xu Fan would have to take into account the wishes of the old bandit Zhou.

But now...

Han Dongxu was feeling awkward as hell.

Recognizing a father and son? These two meeting would likely end up grappling from just one look.

"Boss, can we not joke about this?"

Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan awkwardly and said.

A while ago, when the news about Zhou Jianjun being killed by someone came out, everyone was guessing who had the guts to take on Zhou Family's grandson.

Han Dongxu was one of those curious cats, and only now did he realize that the man sitting opposite him was the daring one.

Invite the man who killed your grandson to dinner?

Han Dongxu certainly didn't think the old bandit Zhou had that level of magnanimity.

"I wasn't joking with you."

"Old Zhou did indeed invite me to a meal, and moreover, I plan to go."

"What?"

Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan in horror, somewhat in disbelief.

"Boss, have you lost your mind?"

Not to mention the Shanghai garrison where Zhou Family's patriarch currently resides, with those soldiers stationed there, let alone the household servants in his family's compound, none would let Xu Fan walk out alive!

Was this a march towards death?

"Han Dongxu, do you think that if I stood him up, Old Zhou would let me off the hook?"

"This..."

Upon hearing Xu Fan's hint, Han Dongxu couldn't help but awkwardly grin.

Indeed, thinking about it, with the murderer of his grandson active in his own territory, how could the hot-tempered old bandit Zhou simply watch Xu Fan jumping around?

Whether he went or not, he would have to see to it that Xu Fan died.

"Boss, isn't there any other option?"

Han Dongxu held his breath and asked anxiously.

Only recently had they snatched a piece of fat meat from Ke Longxiang's mouth, and now such terrible news had come. His heart was struggling to cope.

"No."

Xu Fan shook his head and said.

Zhou Jianjun died at his hands, and Old Zhou wouldn't easily forgive him. As for whether he could get through this, it all depended on the meal tomorrow.

"Then, how about tomorrow I bring some brothers along with me?"

At this point, Han Dongxu made a suggestion.

"No need, didn't I say it? This time, I am going for a meal, not a fight."

Han Dongxu's suggestion probably didn't even sound convincing to himself.

To think, the place to go was the garrison. How could Han Dongxu, no matter how many people he brought, stand up to real bullets?

"If it's not a blessing, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, so you needn't worry. Right now, have your people prepare some gifts for me. Tomorrow, I shall go to the meeting alone."

Xu Fan at this moment casually glanced at Han Dongxu and instructed.

"Alright, I understand."

Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan with concern and agreed.

In this situation, they could only rely on Xu Fan's personal fortune.

...

Soon, the next day arrived.

Xu Fan had agreed to meet Old Man Zhou for lunch; now, approaching ten o'clock, he took the gift Han Dongxu had prepared for him, got into his car, and drove towards the Shanghai military compound.

Speeding along the road, Xu Fan was stopped by two guards at the entrance of the military compound when he arrived.

"Please show your ID."

Random people were not allowed inside, and Xu Fan didn't even have a single hair of the so-called "ID".

At this moment, looking at the guard outside his car window, Xu Fan smiled and said, "My name is Xu Fan."

Since he had been instructed to find him here, Old Man Zhou most likely had already notified the guards.

As expected, after Xu Fan gave his name, the guard saluted him and immediately opened the gate.

Granted passage, Xu Fan drove directly into the military compound.

Earlier at the entrance, he had already asked about the location of Old Man Zhou's residence.

It didn't take him long to park the car at the entrance of the Zhou Family's residence.

The military compound was home to extremely important dignitaries, usually very tranquil, but today, the quiet outside the Zhou residence was almost eerie.

Carrying the gift, Xu Fan walked up to the front door and knocked. After a short while, the door creaked open.

"Your name is Xu Fan?"

The outfit of the person opening the door took Xu Fan by surprise.

He was dressed in mourning clothes, and the look in his eyes as he regarded Xu Fan was as cold as ice.

"Come in."

Seeing Xu Fan nod, the man's attitude was even worse. He gave Xu Fan a cold glance and walked away.

Xu Fan didn't mind; he pushed the door open and walked in, humming to himself.

Inside the courtyard hung many black and white mourning banners, clearly in preparation for someone's funeral.

Perhaps Old Man Zhou had postponed Zhou Jianjun's funeral to today, but most likely, it was arranged for Xu Fan himself.

Old Man Zhou had no plans to let Xu Fan leave alive today.

Carrying the gift, Xu Fan walked straight into the main hall.

The hall had been arranged into a memorial service, with a long table in front, laden with bowls and chopsticks.

Old Man Zhou and a group of people were sitting there, coldly watching Xu Fan as he entered.

These people were probably from the Zhou Family, and the way they looked at Xu Fan was as if they wished to devour him right there.

"Old Mr. Zhou, the way your family treats guests is really quite special, isn't it?"

Xu Fan put the gifts he had brought on the table and brazenly took a seat directly opposite Zhou the bandit.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the person in this picture is pretty handsome, huh."

Looking up, he could see a black and white photo placed right above the memorial service hall.

Without a doubt, the person in the photo was Xu Fan himself.

"Hmm, tomorrow, I'll have to return this kind of hospitality to each of you in kind."

"You!"

Xu Fan's unexpected remark caused many of the people sitting at the table to stand up angrily.

In the hall, the atmosphere instantly turned tense, as though a fight could break out at any moment.

"Sit down, all of you."

At that moment, Zhou the bandit, who sat at the head of the table, snorted coldly.

The group, under the command of the family head, although disgruntled, obediently sat back down.

"Humph, boy, I didn't expect you would really dare to come."

Old Man Zhou's icy voice resounded in the hall. Looking at him with a cold gaze, Xu Fan squinted and smiled, "Mr. Zhou invited me. How could I not show face and come?"

It was nearly noon, and on the long table, there were only bowls and chopsticks but no food or drinks.

Touching his stomach, Xu Fan said, "Old Mr. Zhou, since you invited me for a meal, isn't it time to serve the food and drinks?"

"Heh, not only are you hungry, but my people of the Zhou Family are also hungry. It's indeed time to serve the meal."

Zhou the bandit slammed his hand on the table, and from the shadows of the hall and the outside courtyard, where they had been waiting for a long time, a crowd began to stir...

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